panty_pirates Rhin They run around the motor city, infesting the minds of the natives, with the essence of foreign sex. That essence breezes through the padded walls, into the nostrils of the captives in bellvue. It haunts the old folk, still stirring about after sundown. This foreign scent, provokes each woman to hold her man a little closer. In mid-stride, each man scans the crowd, before performing that instinctive shift of their manhood. The thieving panty pirates, taunt the owner of the essence, and each inhabitant of Detroit, with their crime. One can still catch a glimpse of them, galavanting about the city, alternately wearing those panties on their heads...oh god, those pink panties! (I'm quite fine...really. A true story lies within all that color) 001203 what's it to you? who go blather from